I wonder where Ana Kare is . . .
"It's like 'on-a-car-ah'," is what she told people the first time she met them. Ana Kare Edwards probably doesn't remember me, but I'll never forget her. Her name was cool enough to remember all by itself, but she also taught me an important lesson before I ever needed it. She and I were visiting teaching companions back in 1980. Some of you readers know what that means, but for those of you who don't, visiting teaching is a program in our church where women are paired up as companions and are assigned from two to six other women in the congregation to visit every month. When we go visiting, we take a spiritual message, but mostly we just try to be each others' friends. We take casseroles when someone is sick, we watch each others' children, or meet on our lunch hours to check in and talk about whatever comes up -- work, school, kids, gardens, sales, our health, our dreams, our hopes . . . and on that day a very long time ago, we were tal...